tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62825607716644297302012-02-02T12:33:29.002+01:00Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-86351516544357106352012-02-01T12:56:00.002+01:002012-02-01T13:08:50.083+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DE-zgdH5MJs/TykpQy6USsI/AAAAAAAABPE/fMEi-ez6RQU/s1600/El%2Bencuentro%2Belefante.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DE-zgdH5MJs/TykpQy6USsI/AAAAAAAABPE/fMEi-ez6RQU/s400/El%2Bencuentro%2Belefante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704135771562461890" border="0" /></a>Un momento mágico e inesperado, como en un sueño, tuvo lugar un encuentro de esos que dicen imposibles, de esos que te dejan mudo, de esos que encienden un brillo feliz en los ojos por el resto de los años, de esos que hacen que merezca la pena estar vivo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8635151654435710635?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-12736070912878679182011-11-15T11:45:00.002+01:002011-11-15T12:00:53.588+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOqUa9me5lk/TsJFE6TLELI/AAAAAAAABM0/f5qXgaMOjoM/s1600/Caperucita%2Burbana%2Brecuadre.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOqUa9me5lk/TsJFE6TLELI/AAAAAAAABM0/f5qXgaMOjoM/s400/Caperucita%2Burbana%2Brecuadre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675174431111712946" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Caperucita Roja rondando el bosque...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1273607091287867918?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-23016726362401333522011-10-17T17:43:00.003+02:002011-10-17T17:53:31.618+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-praDVP4_6L0/TpxNg_qhSII/AAAAAAAABMQ/JEuqJwCbpl0/s1600/Mama%2By%2Bnene.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-praDVP4_6L0/TpxNg_qhSII/AAAAAAAABMQ/JEuqJwCbpl0/s400/Mama%2By%2Bnene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664487660566169730" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Una de las mejores sensaciones del mundo, para ambas!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2301672636240133352?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-87207613649359969072011-10-14T15:23:00.002+02:002011-10-14T15:34:17.074+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJacq0J1jfM/Tpg5KV4hkLI/AAAAAAAABJw/R3nW5As_yx0/s1600/Voladora.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJacq0J1jfM/Tpg5KV4hkLI/AAAAAAAABJw/R3nW5As_yx0/s400/Voladora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663339381254099122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Así vuelo cuando sueño y siento que todo es posible, que toda la belleza que imagino puedo tocarla, caminarla o hacerla. Cuando despierto siento ese hormigueo en mis manos y pies, y me pongo en marcha! Técnica mixta: acuarela, lápices y punta fina.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8720761364935996907?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-56918685274060034562011-10-10T14:47:00.002+02:002011-10-10T15:00:25.736+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9iji49qQ5w/TpLp5UcoTQI/AAAAAAAABJo/ANL_rGuQsPA/s1600/Buzos%2Ben%2Bla%2Btormenta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9iji49qQ5w/TpLp5UcoTQI/AAAAAAAABJo/ANL_rGuQsPA/s400/Buzos%2Ben%2Bla%2Btormenta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661844852508740866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >En las profundidades, los buzos sienten la inquietud con la que las estrellas de mar se desplazan, el rumor de que algo grande ocurre sobre sus escafandras</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">. ¿Sabrán algún día de su magnitud?</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-5691868527406003456?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-41607823810575602072011-06-09T15:26:00.005+02:002011-06-09T15:37:56.552+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goVHGSVnLdU/TfDKZyof12I/AAAAAAAABHo/R1_xDt9dFhQ/s1600/Ni%25C3%25B1a%2BMagica.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goVHGSVnLdU/TfDKZyof12I/AAAAAAAABHo/R1_xDt9dFhQ/s400/Ni%25C3%25B1a%2BMagica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616211279768180578" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Casiopela vigila las lindes del bosque y fulmina a todo aquel que no lleva armonía en su paso, pues su bosque podría marchitase si el ruido de la inconsciencia irrumpiera en él.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4160782381057560207?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-64559491931796870672011-06-09T14:46:00.004+02:002011-06-09T15:39:02.524+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RdG1yHHb-w/TfDBAS_aptI/AAAAAAAABHg/MnNtz2ZX3EU/s1600/3%2Bcerditos%2Bcolor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RdG1yHHb-w/TfDBAS_aptI/AAAAAAAABHg/MnNtz2ZX3EU/s400/3%2Bcerditos%2Bcolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616200946172995282" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estos tres cerditos hacen más cosas que construirse casas. Les encanta formar equipo, porque saben que así las cosas se hacen más fáciles.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6455949193179687067?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-80069596269385196982011-06-09T14:25:00.004+02:002011-06-09T15:25:22.412+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSlCMfWr2K8/TfC8VQV9GPI/AAAAAAAABHY/ZXGdZBBQoek/s1600/Abuelita%2Bcolor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSlCMfWr2K8/TfC8VQV9GPI/AAAAAAAABHY/ZXGdZBBQoek/s400/Abuelita%2Bcolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616195808681335026" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Todo en ella es mágico, desde los ganchitos del pelo que encierran un trocito de cielo estrellado, hasta las zapatillas a cuadros que, haciéndo un baile antiguo ni os imaginais la de cosas que pueden suceder!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8006959626938519698?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-33285804446187974622011-04-07T12:57:00.003+02:002011-04-07T13:09:22.583+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc-TwGhARJo/TZ2aFnBPOHI/AAAAAAAABAo/bykYfbrG41M/s1600/Cuadro%2Bbicicleta%2Bgrande.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc-TwGhARJo/TZ2aFnBPOHI/AAAAAAAABAo/bykYfbrG41M/s400/Cuadro%2Bbicicleta%2Bgrande.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592795733428222066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blGq-CdtJ44/TZ2ZRU4dY0I/AAAAAAAABAg/hFpk-0smcYw/s1600/Cuadro%2Bbicicleta%2Blado.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blGq-CdtJ44/TZ2ZRU4dY0I/AAAAAAAABAg/hFpk-0smcYw/s400/Cuadro%2Bbicicleta%2Blado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592794835206366018" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Óleo con collage. Encargo para regalar a una aficionada a la bicicleta y a la libertad que ésta le transmite.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Buen rollito primaveral!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmyHqKo0NK4/TZ2YucChxRI/AAAAAAAABAY/mh2ZPn0y-9g/s1600/Cuadro%2Bbicicleta.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3328580444618797462?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-40738679869688368642011-04-07T12:24:00.004+02:002011-04-07T12:56:36.802+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lr8jrvNIZxs/TZ2WZ4IIwhI/AAAAAAAABAQ/LNdKOf3WhnE/s1600/Cuadro%2BJazz%2B2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lr8jrvNIZxs/TZ2WZ4IIwhI/AAAAAAAABAQ/LNdKOf3WhnE/s400/Cuadro%2BJazz%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592791683571434002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf_f31bkxlI/TZ2UvTt9iNI/AAAAAAAABAI/EI2UvzZEiVw/s1600/Cuadro%2BJazz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf_f31bkxlI/TZ2UvTt9iNI/AAAAAAAABAI/EI2UvzZEiVw/s400/Cuadro%2BJazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592789852731836626" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >Óleo con collage. Encargo para regalo, el destinatario: Luis Andreu, un loco pianista del jazz y un gran maestro.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4073867986968836864?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-44529070344102177662011-04-07T11:53:00.003+02:002011-04-07T12:23:34.872+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLtRTlMq23Q/TZ2LbcVW6PI/AAAAAAAABAA/6-vEj5lPKjM/s1600/Cuadro%2Bvoz%2By%2Bpiano%2Bdetalle.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLtRTlMq23Q/TZ2LbcVW6PI/AAAAAAAABAA/6-vEj5lPKjM/s400/Cuadro%2Bvoz%2By%2Bpiano%2Bdetalle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592779615842527474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZtM2TUGB9A/TZ2K_E3QCmI/AAAAAAAAA_4/tUilTk4wIaQ/s1600/Cuadro%2Bvoz%2By%2Bpiano2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZtM2TUGB9A/TZ2K_E3QCmI/AAAAAAAAA_4/tUilTk4wIaQ/s400/Cuadro%2Bvoz%2By%2Bpiano2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592779128505895522" border="0" /><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Óleo con pan de oro. Encargo para regalar a unos recien casados en el que él es pianista y ella cantante. En esta metáfora he querido plasmar la fertilidad de su amor y su espacio común lleno de armonía, movimiento y frescura, porque si se puede vivir esa pasión personal en el espacio de la pareja parece que el gran círculo del vínculo en nuestra vida florece. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4452907034410217766?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-88738723569687320692009-10-07T11:34:00.002+02:002009-10-07T11:39:33.167+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/Ssxg6JIdeBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/G0arTis-LUA/s1600-h/El-gato-Noche-y-Til%C3%ADn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/Ssxg6JIdeBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/G0arTis-LUA/s400/El-gato-Noche-y-Til%C3%ADn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389789406055725074" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >Acuarela y punta fina.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >Estos enigmáticos personajes son el resultado de una leyenda mágica, ¿has visto alguna vez al gato Noche</span>? <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >aparece justo cuando entrecerramos los ojos para soñar</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8873872356968732069?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-34343971952729431842009-09-25T13:43:00.004+02:002009-09-29T13:04:50.601+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SsHpDTFqbPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/7wSuNQBJStU/s1600-h/Cuadros-Piano-ballenas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386842872184728818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SsHpDTFqbPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/7wSuNQBJStU/s400/Cuadros-Piano-ballenas.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SsHo9f-12aI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5XBHWWbfniE/s1600-h/Detalle-cuadro1-partitura.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386842772566563234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SsHo9f-12aI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5XBHWWbfniE/s400/Detalle-cuadro1-partitura.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SsHo28dETdI/AAAAAAAAAww/GEyIXQZYUnk/s1600-h/Cuadro1-piano-ballenas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386842659950448082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SsHo28dETdI/AAAAAAAAAww/GEyIXQZYUnk/s400/Cuadro1-piano-ballenas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/Sryu7vMLu2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/if2_6wd05xQ/s1600-h/Cuadro2-piano-ballenas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385371595731352418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/Sryu7vMLu2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/if2_6wd05xQ/s400/Cuadro2-piano-ballenas.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Óleo sobre lienzo, papel de regalo y cartulina. Un encargo para una pianista, cuando la música te transporta...</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;" ></span> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3434397195272943184?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-80662814217560030962009-05-06T14:46:00.005+02:002009-05-06T15:19:57.861+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGMwOqfsUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/P_aXhxb-qRE/s1600-h/Houria-web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGMwOqfsUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/P_aXhxb-qRE/s400/Houria-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332698193981321538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGMmeX94pI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qMQXzG2s9Cg/s1600-h/Los-tres-web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGMmeX94pI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qMQXzG2s9Cg/s400/Los-tres-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332698026399883922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGMVWCllQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/C8LzsbEcg9o/s1600-h/Madre-e-hija-web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGMVWCllQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/C8LzsbEcg9o/s400/Madre-e-hija-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332697732104951042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGML_ifmsI/AAAAAAAAAv4/33cVl34D-sA/s1600-h/La-llegada-web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SgGML_ifmsI/AAAAAAAAAv4/33cVl34D-sA/s400/La-llegada-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332697571445938882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="text-decoration: underline;">L</span>ápiz, escaner y coloreado digital.<br /><br />Ilustraciónes para un mural-expositor de la exposición "Siente el Magreb" de la Asociación Civil JARIT.<br />Houria es la protagonista de la historia.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8066281421756003096?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-23794905156581426832009-04-15T14:29:00.002+02:002009-04-15T14:33:45.070+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SeXTTRaoUTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1r01kFAlEUo/s1600-h/Pde-lectura-corazones.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SeXTTRaoUTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1r01kFAlEUo/s400/Pde-lectura-corazones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324894462481551666" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Acuarela, punta fina y proceso digital.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2379490515658142683?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-13532228763106382672009-03-22T21:55:00.004+01:002009-03-22T22:00:16.799+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/Scal1Zz1ghI/AAAAAAAAAvY/SFH1x3_igAo/s1600-h/coche-portada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/Scal1Zz1ghI/AAAAAAAAAvY/SFH1x3_igAo/s400/coche-portada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316118747037401618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScalxdF-LyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tj7u0BGxJ5c/s1600-h/Coche-tras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScalxdF-LyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tj7u0BGxJ5c/s400/Coche-tras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316118679199297314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Cartulinas, papel de seda, botón mariposa, cartulina troquelada, pintura de camisatas con volumen, rotulador blanco, cinta de tejido y una acuarela.<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1353222876310638267?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-26244769511247643202009-03-22T21:49:00.005+01:002009-03-22T21:54:24.243+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScakmCONz0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/CCYN8u15z8I/s1600-h/flores-morado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScakmCONz0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/CCYN8u15z8I/s400/flores-morado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316117383495929666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScakhQTIujI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4WgdE5MZMxs/s1600-h/flores-morado-tras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScakhQTIujI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4WgdE5MZMxs/s400/flores-morado-tras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316117301375318578" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" >Cartulina, papel charol, papel cera, lejía, cinta de organza, tela, tipografía adhesiva y una acuarela.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2624476951124764320?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-15546362899206654022009-03-22T21:20:00.010+01:002009-03-22T21:43:04.895+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScahjZ4ttII/AAAAAAAAAuw/nIvi9P7DL_8/s1600-h/arbol-portada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScahjZ4ttII/AAAAAAAAAuw/nIvi9P7DL_8/s400/arbol-portada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316114039773705346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScahfquBRII/AAAAAAAAAuo/0pecIqZLxMM/s1600-h/arbol-tras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/ScahfquBRII/AAAAAAAAAuo/0pecIqZLxMM/s400/arbol-tras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316113975572776066" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Cartulinas, diferentes papeles, tela, alambre, picconella, lentejuela y una acuarela.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1554636289920665402?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-1078285363151474372008-11-21T12:32:00.007+01:002008-11-21T12:57:02.007+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Punta fina y proceso digital.</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSadQ81CPMI/AAAAAAAAAs0/GGZRFAHz5TI/s1600-h/sacadme-de-aqui.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271073328415784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSadQ81CPMI/AAAAAAAAAs0/GGZRFAHz5TI/s400/sacadme-de-aqui.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Cada vez tenemos menos espacio para vivir, nuestras casas son más claustrofóbicas, ni sitio para meter la bici.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSadIcL0X9I/AAAAAAAAAss/8ZjFRxO3-pk/s1600-h/estoy-que-hecho-chispas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271073182214021074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSadIcL0X9I/AAAAAAAAAss/8ZjFRxO3-pk/s400/estoy-que-hecho-chispas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Con muchísimos aparatos eléctricos y materiales sintéticos, la actividad electromagnética está sobrecargada, nos crispa y altera.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSacoyAu90I/AAAAAAAAAsk/pTeVvfXS7Dg/s1600-h/me-disuelvo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271072638317295426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSacoyAu90I/AAAAAAAAAsk/pTeVvfXS7Dg/s400/me-disuelvo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Tanto los ordenadores, como la telefonía móvil, como otros aparatos eléctricos invaden nuestro espacio electromagnético y disuelven la grasa que recubre nuestros nervios. Se está investigando cuanto afecta esto al cerebro y si tienen relación con los aumentos de casos de Parkinson y otras patologías.<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSacjNtS6WI/AAAAAAAAAsc/xqgJjxHLJb8/s1600-h/toy-cansaoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271072542672742754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SSacjNtS6WI/AAAAAAAAAsc/xqgJjxHLJb8/s400/toy-cansaoo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">De casa al trabajo, siempre dentro de edificios que nos impiden tomar el sol y acrecentan la sensación de cansancio, depresión o insomnio crónico.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">He realizado estas ilustraciones acompañando al artículo de Carlos M. Requejo, editado en Ecohabitar.</span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-107828536315147437?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-86046304333225150142008-11-05T19:49:00.006+01:002008-11-05T19:59:07.750+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela, cartulinas, papeles fantasía, de embalar, milimetrado, pompón, picolella, pegamento, tipografías Decadry, rotulador blanco y pintura en relieve para camisetas.</span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SRHqrsEK1oI/AAAAAAAAAsM/wtFQrus0_QI/s1600-h/Munyequitos-fotos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265247475656742530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SRHqrsEK1oI/AAAAAAAAAsM/wtFQrus0_QI/s400/Munyequitos-fotos.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Álbum de fotos infantil con materiales reciclados.</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8604630433322515014?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-47037313542496893982008-11-05T19:34:00.004+01:002008-11-05T19:48:23.256+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Acuarela, papel de regalo usado, periódico chino, grapas, botones de fantasía, cartulina, pegamento, tejido micro-pana, cuerda y lacre.</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SRHoVgGcxZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/SQRdksOmqbg/s1600-h/Viajero-fotos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265244895464703378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SRHoVgGcxZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/SQRdksOmqbg/s400/Viajero-fotos.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Y aquí no hay lacre, hay celo usado con restos aderidos y papel de embalar.</span><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SRHoK9_VhrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FKD6aYmFleU/s1600-h/Viajero-notas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265244714509371058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SRHoK9_VhrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FKD6aYmFleU/s400/Viajero-notas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="color:#663300;">Álbum de fotos y libreta de notas, para los viajeros!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4703731354249689398?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-13888370352647206002008-11-01T14:16:00.002+01:002008-11-01T14:27:44.395+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela central, cartoncillo, cartulinas de colores, pegamento, tela estampada, cinta de organza, hilos de bordar, botón y cordón elástico.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263677397181279250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SQxWtF8-LBI/AAAAAAAAArs/6WrVudQwTYg/s400/paloma-paz-luz-natural.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Portara de una libreta de notas, hecho con material reciclado. Es sorprendente la de cosas que una guarda año tras año, por fin le doy una utilidad! estos trabajos y los que vaya haciendo estarán a la venta en una papelería para regalos navideños en Benimaclet y también atenderé peticiones a la carta. Iré publicando todo lo que haga...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1388837035264720600?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-46824299771291057472008-11-01T14:08:00.005+01:002008-11-01T14:15:53.273+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela central, cartoncillo, grapas, pegamento, cartulina de color, papel de regalo, papel de seda, lana, estrella de alambre y bolitas, tiras de plástico transparente, bolitas, silicona caliente, punta fina blanco y negro.</span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SQxU9EIIP8I/AAAAAAAAArk/_zrK6gEq26E/s1600-h/noche-serena-luz-natural.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263675472545857474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SQxU9EIIP8I/AAAAAAAAArk/_zrK6gEq26E/s400/noche-serena-luz-natural.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Portada para un álbum de fotos muy femenino, con materiales reciclados.</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4682429977129105747?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-6985230076016238462008-11-01T13:52:00.002+01:002008-11-01T14:07:28.597+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Acuarela central, cartoncillo, cartón, grapas, papel de embalar, cuerda, lana, pegamento, diferentes papeles, plástico, tipografía Decadry, purpurina y un botón.</span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SQxSBhSC6aI/AAAAAAAAArc/CW8JYCE7W-Q/s1600-h/Mi-gato-luz-natural.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263672250556672418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SQxSBhSC6aI/AAAAAAAAArc/CW8JYCE7W-Q/s400/Mi-gato-luz-natural.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Es la portada de un álbum de fotos para tu mascota gatuna, hecho con materiales reciclados. En este caso el modelo gatuno es mi gato Caos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-698523007601623846?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-41221588867027773232008-09-29T14:12:00.004+02:002008-09-29T14:26:09.910+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela y lápiz.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SODGYTdokAI/AAAAAAAAArM/QuwxC4uQzMY/s1600-h/Pezcador.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251415286357725186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SODGYTdokAI/AAAAAAAAArM/QuwxC4uQzMY/s400/Pezcador.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Pezcador se ha echo a la mar, se ha embriagado con el vaivén de las olas y el pez que tiene por ojos le guía en la espesa bruma hacia el horizonte incierto.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4122158886702777323?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-7576983323961871142008-05-22T11:01:00.005+02:002008-12-12T06:24:50.334+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Lápiz blando, lápices de colores y proceso digital.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SDU2hLYmkFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EVrTmVijwGA/s1600-h/El-plato-y-la-copa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203124888116039762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SDU2hLYmkFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EVrTmVijwGA/s400/El-plato-y-la-copa.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Teresa, un plato de lo más natural se va de viaje. Un día se encuentra con el dulce y maravilloso mundo confitado del cristalino caballero Rodolfo, la copa más elegante que jamás vieran sus ojos...</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-757698332396187114?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-60017540315726629032008-05-22T10:40:00.004+02:002008-12-12T06:24:50.687+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela, lápices de colores, punta fina y proceso digital.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SDUynLYmkDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NQvHmdp-8Ds/s1600-h/Pincho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203120593148743730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/SDUynLYmkDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NQvHmdp-8Ds/s400/Pincho.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Esta ilustración nace de una propuesta de una revista de ilustración en la cual la temática tenía que estar relacionada con la comida. Expuse nuestro lado más depredador.</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6001754031572662903?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-17904818875381852552008-01-30T22:09:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:51.138+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Punta fina y proceso digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R6DnxZS5q0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tp7kWViuoZ8/s1600-h/Palomas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161380008756357954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R6DnxZS5q0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tp7kWViuoZ8/s400/Palomas.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;">Hoy soñé que tenia restos de plumitas en mis brazos que crecían en mi, de muchos colores, y decía: -¡no provengo de los simios sino de las aves!! ¡y tan feliz!...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1790481887538185255?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-16587304730004254802008-01-25T20:14:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:51.508+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5o1XJS5qwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vJyC1Q1i0CI/s1600-h/alitas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159494994854783746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5o1XJS5qwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vJyC1Q1i0CI/s400/alitas.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">A los <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tocaos</span> del ala, a los genios, a los ingeniosos, a los que piensan, a los ícaros, a los divinos, a los adivinos, a los que tienen pajaritos en la cabeza, a los pirrados, a los locos de remate, a los dementes, a los <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">flipaos</span> por la vida, a los que sueñan despiertos, a los que le dan al tarro, a los que vuelan, a los que remontan, a los que revolotean, a los creativos, a los creyentes, a los creadores ... a todos ellos esta lila ilustración.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1658730473000425480?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-17694814524536735032008-01-22T10:18:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:53.202+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5W3rQhRsMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9gr7Hr_9jwc/s1600-h/mujer-hombre-estrella.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158230902019567810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5W3rQhRsMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9gr7Hr_9jwc/s400/mujer-hombre-estrella.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Esta semana estuve entretenida en los <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">símbolos</span> del hombre y la mujer, lo mezclé con las matemáticas más sencillas y fueron saliendo cosas curiosas...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1769481452453673503?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-63599871306961631312008-01-22T09:56:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:53.451+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5WzuAhRsLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3uq3kOcqhYU/s1600-h/Personas-y-su-sexo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158226551217696946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5WzuAhRsLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3uq3kOcqhYU/s400/Personas-y-su-sexo.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;">Porque pienso que antes de ser hombres y mujeres somos personas, seres humanos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6359987130696163131?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-54209348455090055182008-01-18T22:57:00.001+01:002008-12-12T06:24:53.728+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">Pintura de tela.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5Eg-QhRsJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/526TbFJcGAk/s1600-h/Topolinos-diferencia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156939302274445458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5Eg-QhRsJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/526TbFJcGAk/s400/Topolinos-diferencia.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EgzAhRsII/AAAAAAAAAa8/CGkPSlFuMsA/s1600-h/Camiseta-blanca-topolinos-d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156939109000917122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EgzAhRsII/AAAAAAAAAa8/CGkPSlFuMsA/s400/Camiseta-blanca-topolinos-d.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#330099;"> ¡Hablando se entiende la gente!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-5420934845509005518?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-26115312349422423352008-01-18T22:52:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:54.004+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;">Pintura de tela.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EgWAhRsHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/p2Qd2An8HAc/s1600-h/Titeres-topolinos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156938610784710770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EgWAhRsHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/p2Qd2An8HAc/s400/Titeres-topolinos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EgLAhRsGI/AAAAAAAAAas/D75ibo9Fu08/s1600-h/Camiseta-blanca-titeres-top.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156938421806149730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EgLAhRsGI/AAAAAAAAAas/D75ibo9Fu08/s400/Camiseta-blanca-titeres-top.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2611531234942242335?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-87996313879720717382008-01-18T21:47:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:54.082+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela, punta fina y digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EQgwhRsFI/AAAAAAAAAak/k3JMy62rrL0/s1600-h/Evolucion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156921203282260050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EQgwhRsFI/AAAAAAAAAak/k3JMy62rrL0/s400/Evolucion.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Con esta tira he inaugurado a los plutonianos unos personajes que en su simplicidad darán que hablar.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8799631387972071738?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-24897531696289340892008-01-18T21:27:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:54.300+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EMQAhRsEI/AAAAAAAAAac/6vB6Ng52dnU/s1600-h/marea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156916517472940098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R5EMQAhRsEI/AAAAAAAAAac/6vB6Ng52dnU/s400/marea.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">En el océano revuelto puedes encontrar verdaderos tesoros, verdaderos deseos y todas las direcciones.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2489753169628934089?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-28961108900575299372008-01-13T14:35:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:54.891+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">Pintura de tela.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oUTghRsBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/JDKpeOvHLig/s1600-h/camiseta-hombre-que-mira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154955048858529810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oUTghRsBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/JDKpeOvHLig/s400/camiseta-hombre-que-mira.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oUNwhRsAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XoPsLbrVp_A/s1600-h/Camiseta-blanca-mira-mano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154954950074281986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oUNwhRsAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XoPsLbrVp_A/s400/Camiseta-blanca-mira-mano.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">Encierra tantos misterios un solo gesto...¿qué creéis que estará mirando?... una mariquita? una peca? se leerá la mano? esconde una chuleta? se cuenta los dedos y se da cuenta de que le falta uno?, se admiten sugerencias...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2896110890057529937?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-38025521737080240722008-01-13T12:44:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:55.888+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Pintura para tela.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oPXQhRr8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/yeficVTg2uo/s1600-h/camiseta-hombre-corazon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154949615724900290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oPXQhRr8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/yeficVTg2uo/s400/camiseta-hombre-corazon.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oPTQhRr7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/hmdt71Yfjjg/s1600-h/Camiseta-blanca-chico-coraz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154949547005423538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4oPTQhRr7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/hmdt71Yfjjg/s400/Camiseta-blanca-chico-coraz.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Diseño de camiseta, animando a decir siempre cosas constructivas y con cariño. Se la regalé a mi cuñado que estoy segura de que es así con mi queridísima hermana.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3802552173708024072?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-19009975105137249202008-01-13T12:33:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:56.060+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Acuarela de las malas sobre cartulina y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4n3EghRryI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9mK-VAD-Vq4/s1600-h/m-de-nieve.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154922905323286306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R4n3EghRryI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9mK-VAD-Vq4/s400/m-de-nieve.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Una propuesta navideña con mucho amor.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1900997510513724920?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-28139004406952036972008-01-05T15:10:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:56.966+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Acuarela, lápiz, punta fina y lápices de colores.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R3-QOQhRrvI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Lhg5QCnwB64/s1600-h/florero-con-flor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151995073362243314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R3-QOQhRrvI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Lhg5QCnwB64/s400/florero-con-flor.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R3-QHwhRruI/AAAAAAAAAXs/eav5VD1yWFY/s1600-h/florero-con-ramillete.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151994961693093602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R3-QHwhRruI/AAAAAAAAAXs/eav5VD1yWFY/s400/florero-con-ramillete.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2813900440695203697?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-61382284889862341332008-01-05T12:33:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:57.574+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Acuarela, lápices de colores y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39rughRrtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/JjxGAnnT2y4/s1600-h/pareja1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151954945482796754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39rughRrtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/JjxGAnnT2y4/s400/pareja1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39rkQhRrsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jE_nKJiTPIA/s1600-h/pareja2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151954769389137602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39rkQhRrsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jE_nKJiTPIA/s400/pareja2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6138228488986234133?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-46269719652667209622008-01-05T12:28:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:58.091+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Acuarela, lápices de colores.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39qeghRrrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sVb0YYdoSeI/s1600-h/flores1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151953571093262002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39qeghRrrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sVb0YYdoSeI/s400/flores1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39qOQhRrqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YyqtDyTsrq0/s1600-h/flores2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151953291920387746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39qOQhRrqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YyqtDyTsrq0/s400/flores2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4626971965266720962?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-50829537174893523552008-01-05T12:24:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:58.587+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">Acuarela, lápices de colores y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39pgghRrpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NxSgoo2fTOE/s1600-h/ovejitas1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151952505941372562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39pgghRrpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NxSgoo2fTOE/s400/ovejitas1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39pNwhRroI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mcY7eITKzFA/s1600-h/ovejitas2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151952183818825346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39pNwhRroI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mcY7eITKzFA/s400/ovejitas2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-5082953717489352355?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-34984580240141639002008-01-05T12:15:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:24:59.603+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela, punta fina, lápices de colores.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39nRwhRrlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WcLzdVc8iRk/s1600-h/sexos1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151950053515046482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39nRwhRrlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WcLzdVc8iRk/s400/sexos1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39nJAhRrkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vuvrTAPYmmE/s1600-h/sexos2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151949903191191106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39nJAhRrkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vuvrTAPYmmE/s400/sexos2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3498458024014163900?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-69087361768813483022008-01-05T12:11:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:00.159+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Acuarela, lápices de colores.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39mQQhRriI/AAAAAAAAAWM/x7BlMcmw7yE/s1600-h/Arbol-pio1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151948928233614882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39mQQhRriI/AAAAAAAAAWM/x7BlMcmw7yE/s400/Arbol-pio1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39mHghRrhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZJoZXVgxwGY/s1600-h/Arbol-pio2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151948777909759506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39mHghRrhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZJoZXVgxwGY/s400/Arbol-pio2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6908736176881348302?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-71121473069822932022008-01-05T11:08:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:00.503+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Acuarela, lápiz de color y punta fina. Papel cebolla.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39Y7AhRrgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/bs-2qGqIcjE/s1600-h/corazon1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151934269510233602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39Y7AhRrgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/bs-2qGqIcjE/s400/corazon1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39XZAhRrfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QUbVTr8bn-I/s1600-h/corazon2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151932585883053554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R39XZAhRrfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QUbVTr8bn-I/s400/corazon2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-7112147306982293202?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-14395284874435627962008-01-05T09:14:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:01.399+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y lápices de colores.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R388mwhRrWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LMtlGLpQY2o/s1600-h/amapolas-senalador.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151903135292304738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R388mwhRrWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LMtlGLpQY2o/s400/amapolas-senalador.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Natura, perfecta hasta en lo que creemos defectos, laboriosamente hermosa, fructífera y despierta. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Cuando dormimos, cuando nos alzamos.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Somos flores, las abejas, la brisa, el perfume y la gran sonrisa de luz que enrojece nuestras mejillas.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Nada hay más hermoso que sentirse tan acompañado, nada hay más hermosos que seguir la armonía y el tempo de todos los tiempos, sin miedos, en el caos.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1439528487443562796?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-38802648979045558872008-01-05T09:09:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:01.657+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela, lápices de colores y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R387VQhRrVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oOz1XM73iZI/s1600-h/Accesorio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151901735132966226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R387VQhRrVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oOz1XM73iZI/s400/Accesorio.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#663366;">¿Quien no se ha sentido raro raro raro alguna vez? a los topolinos también les pasa y no pasa nada.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3880264897904555887?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-14573967382826319062008-01-05T09:05:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:01.766+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R386eQhRrUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TcElnsR1bKM/s1600-h/como-noche-y-dia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151900790240161090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R386eQhRrUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TcElnsR1bKM/s400/como-noche-y-dia.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#663366;">Otra más, los topolinos y el autoconocimineto...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1457396738282631906?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-39308472550611000762008-01-05T08:59:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:01.910+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R385GghRrTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ka03eg9rx10/s1600-h/Sun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151899282706640178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R385GghRrTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ka03eg9rx10/s400/Sun.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Primera tira de estor seres topolinos que van unidos a su huella. En esta ocasión aprenden lo que es el amanecer.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3930847255061100076?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-40685297686598648852008-01-05T08:55:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:02.053+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y lápices de colores.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R384GAhRrSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qNW9I7qvmKE/s1600-h/Bio-mecanos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151898174605077794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R384GAhRrSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qNW9I7qvmKE/s400/Bio-mecanos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"> ¡Bio-mecano, ameba, cien-pies! Chips-bichitos que al unirse pueden aún más conocer y entender.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4068529768659864885?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-51791685833594774462008-01-05T08:45:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:02.287+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R381rwhRrRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZhcdFr0IWPk/s1600-h/corazones-de-pajarillos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151895524610256146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R381rwhRrRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZhcdFr0IWPk/s400/corazones-de-pajarillos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Los pájaros corazón vuelan siempre que pueden en esta formación, de trece en trece.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-5179168583359477446?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-64393326370563160532008-01-05T08:17:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:02.844+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Collage y lápices de colores.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R38vQQhRrNI/AAAAAAAAATk/hwI_BqIAxPU/s1600-h/algodon-de-azucar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151888455094086866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R38vQQhRrNI/AAAAAAAAATk/hwI_BqIAxPU/s400/algodon-de-azucar.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Siempre me parecieron mágicos y sobre todo cuando se empastra y se te llena la cara y el pelo de él.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6439332637056316053?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-4623484891992585532008-01-03T14:08:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:03.117+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Collage de cartulinas, lápices de colores y acuarela.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R3zoZAhRrLI/AAAAAAAAATU/xob-XtqTsrg/s1600-h/Gatitos-de-la-familia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151247590138948786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R3zoZAhRrLI/AAAAAAAAATU/xob-XtqTsrg/s400/Gatitos-de-la-familia.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Estos son los gatos de nuestra familia, son preciosos y cuidan de nosotros aunque a veces creamos que son como un florero, que hace bonito y no molesta.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-462348489199258553?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-47397166837091490082007-12-14T09:03:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:03.878+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Acuarela, punta fina y proceso digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2I8cAhRrGI/AAAAAAAAASs/BnNrk8J1P9U/s1600-h/flores-sonrriendo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143740176284101730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2I8cAhRrGI/AAAAAAAAASs/BnNrk8J1P9U/s400/flores-sonrriendo.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4739716683709149008?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-64193316503497250172007-12-14T08:33:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:04.339+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2IyDghRrEI/AAAAAAAAASc/cqePrp0wqJA/s1600-h/pelirrojo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143728760261028930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2IyDghRrEI/AAAAAAAAASc/cqePrp0wqJA/s400/pelirrojo.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2Ix_AhRrDI/AAAAAAAAASU/IIixJ8JsZHc/s1600-h/pelirroja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143728682951617586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2Ix_AhRrDI/AAAAAAAAASU/IIixJ8JsZHc/s400/pelirroja.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Ni son hermanos ni son pareja, son pelirrojos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6419331650349725017?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-89171529757754272772007-12-13T18:25:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:04.863+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Punta fina y proceso digital.</span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2FsYrnB_7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ySxQq6zQQbQ/s1600-h/Flor-Jarit-color.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143511420712910770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2FsYrnB_7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ySxQq6zQQbQ/s400/Flor-Jarit-color.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2FsTrnB_6I/AAAAAAAAASE/3nOfaVLrHdc/s1600-h/Flor-Jarit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143511334813564834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R2FsTrnB_6I/AAAAAAAAASE/3nOfaVLrHdc/s400/Flor-Jarit.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Esta ilustración es para una guía didáctica que está confeccionando JARIT, una asociación civil, esta guía es parte de un conjunto de actividades dirigidos a jóvenes y pequeños en sus escuelas y en otras actividades lúdicas llamada "Siente el Magreb" orientadas a sensibilizar, informar y acercar todo lo relacionado con el Magreb y sus gentes, su cultura y problemática. Se editará a una sola tinta, pero quería verla a color. El poema me encanta, una profunda reflexión...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8917152975775427277?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-80094251105320889232007-12-12T13:27:00.001+01:002009-04-15T14:41:36.726+02:00<p align="left"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_-AbnB_3I/AAAAAAAAARs/mGj7AaQ4k_Y/s1600-h/Senalador-mont.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143108582845316978" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_-AbnB_3I/AAAAAAAAARs/mGj7AaQ4k_Y/s400/Senalador-mont.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >En las montañas, cualquiera que sea, hay sitios especiales donde tenemos "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chalets</span>" para pasar el <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">día</span>, para cantar con los pájaros, respirar con la brisa y soñar con las nubes.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8009425110532088923?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-27000338138657203032007-12-12T12:47:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:05.439+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_KhbnB_0I/AAAAAAAAARU/HDeJLSN7hKo/s1600-h/Esperanza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143051975176355650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_KhbnB_0I/AAAAAAAAARU/HDeJLSN7hKo/s400/Esperanza.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;">Este marcador es una alegoría a la esperanza, salir del pozo y caminar... hacia donde sea, da igual el caso es moverse y sentirse vivo, rodeado de verde... esperanza.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2700033813865720303?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-35420397787701293022007-12-12T12:19:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:07.155+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_EiLnB_zI/AAAAAAAAARM/J5xc16XLqa4/s1600-h/Noche-y-dia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143045390991490866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_EiLnB_zI/AAAAAAAAARM/J5xc16XLqa4/s400/Noche-y-dia.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_Ea7nB_yI/AAAAAAAAARE/GYPQi62o6mQ/s1600-h/Puesta-en-el-mar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143045266437439266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1_Ea7nB_yI/AAAAAAAAARE/GYPQi62o6mQ/s400/Puesta-en-el-mar.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Un par de acuarelas para estudiar el color. El cielo, como las nubes es algo que siempre se me hace abstracto, donde todo es posible, el cambio, el caos...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3542039778770129302?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-44722958009667486382007-12-11T14:26:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:08.752+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">Acuarela, punta fina y un poco de proceso digital para pequeños detalles.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16RbLnB_uI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DfQCgMk7pcY/s1600-h/Rotonda-Pio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142707720662679266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16RbLnB_uI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DfQCgMk7pcY/s400/Rotonda-Pio.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16QfbnB_sI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yK7vBspuTa0/s1600-h/bici-energia-alternativa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142706694165495490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16QfbnB_sI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yK7vBspuTa0/s320/bici-energia-alternativa.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Qa7nB_rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YTXfZVxDFRQ/s1600-h/semaforo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142706616856084146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Qa7nB_rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YTXfZVxDFRQ/s320/semaforo.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16QT7nB_qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jXQ4ZRc_Is0/s1600-h/coche-y-asfalto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142706496596999842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16QT7nB_qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jXQ4ZRc_Is0/s320/coche-y-asfalto.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">Ilustraciones publicadas en la revista ECOHABITAR acompañando a un artículo de Miguel Jara titulado "Los malos humos del automovil, una cuestión de decrecimiento", habla como os podéis imaginar del daño que hace el coche al medio ambiente y de las alternativas que tenemos como el rediseño urbano, el compartir un mismo coche y sus gastos, el usar más la bicicleta y el transporte colectivo y cambiar nuestra mentalidad hacia un uso más solidario y menos individualista.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4472295800966748638?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-27824317588734062062007-12-11T14:16:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:08.904+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Punta fina y proceso digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16217nB_wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3u0Ud4wiznU/s1600-h/ninfa-corazon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142748862154407682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16217nB_wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3u0Ud4wiznU/s400/ninfa-corazon.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lo que da de sí una tapa de un bote de chocolate para untar... <strong><em>Cuidemos de nuestro corazón.</em></strong></span></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2782431758873406206?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-24924050575566754092007-12-11T14:01:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:09.064+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;">Punta fina y proceso digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16KU7nB_oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MZN2abdZxEk/s1600-h/CD-raton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142699916707102338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16KU7nB_oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MZN2abdZxEk/s320/CD-raton.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;">Al ratón Adolfo le encanta jugar a golf, concentrarse en esa pequeña pelotita blanca, sintiendo la brisa en su nariz de cereza madura mientras su piel se tuesta al sol... y lo que más le gusta es encontrarse con obstáculos para superarlos, nada de hierba bien recortadita, de regado generoso y manipulado, nada de plaguicidas y tala de árboles... le gusta jugar limpio.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2492405057556675409?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-586927993612400772007-12-11T13:27:00.001+01:002011-10-15T15:02:03.794+02:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Punta fina y proceso digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Ct7nB_kI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LGKjc6FZwtE/s1600-h/etiqueta-frascos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142691550110809666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Ct7nB_kI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LGKjc6FZwtE/s320/etiqueta-frascos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Co7nB_jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KmNHO9JsZBM/s1600-h/etiqueta-rectangular.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142691464211463730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Co7nB_jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KmNHO9JsZBM/s320/etiqueta-rectangular.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Cj7nB_iI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wS6ulLLq9M0/s1600-h/etiqueta-ovalada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142691378312117794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R16Cj7nB_iI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wS6ulLLq9M0/s320/etiqueta-ovalada.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">He encontrado esto traspapelado en mi carpeta de trabajos, son unas pegatinas que decoraban botes de tomate y alcachofa en conserva artesanal, "tipical" regalo junto al jamón y el chorizo en cesta de mimbre trenzado para esta pareja austríaca-brasileña, Roland y Renata, con todo nuestro cariño, el de Nacho, Antuán y el mio, muacs!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-58692799361240077?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-59318027462110607262007-12-08T12:22:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:10.178+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Punta fina y proceso digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R163mrnB_xI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/q5m6IcH_4jY/s1600-h/CD-gente.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142749699673030418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R163mrnB_xI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/q5m6IcH_4jY/s400/CD-gente.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#663333;">Estos son uno de los cientos de personajillos que se me ocurren a lo largo de la semana, cada uno con un pasado y un presente, con maneras de ser, de ver la vida y de apañárselas en su mundo.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Bujilla</strong> es una abuela de un pueblo donde solo vive ella, otra viuda y dos ancianos más, tiene miles de manguitos diferentes, estampados, a rayas, de lana, de algodón, es su prenda preferida, como os habréis imaginado y siempre los lleva impolutos. Trabaja aún en la huerta y cultiva toda clase de hierbas aromáticas y venenosas además de enormes zanahorias que son para Pistacho, su burro leal...<br /><strong>Salsón</strong> como podéis comprobar está en plena forma y es un hombre muy apuesto ¿verdad? pero él piensa que no lo es tanto y está empeñado en que si tuviera el pelo más encrespado sí que sería irresistible, así que está desafiando toda ley gravitacional y se lo está dejando más largo ¿lo conseguirá?...<br /><strong>Klap</strong> es un pájaro tropical que no sabe exactamente de que trópico salió, no conoce a nadie como él así que, desde que aprendió a volar tirándose de un balcón en caída libre durante 30 pisos, no ha parado de viajar y visitar trópicos, pórticos, trípticos, potricos y un montón de lugares inverosímiles y similares...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-5931802746211060726?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-64971484417709585192007-12-08T12:18:00.001+01:002008-12-12T06:25:10.511+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">Lapiz HB, 2B y color en digital.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1p9pbnB_JI/AAAAAAAAALw/tzjrud7g-gY/s1600-h/CD-desierto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141560075336416402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1p9pbnB_JI/AAAAAAAAALw/tzjrud7g-gY/s320/CD-desierto.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6497148441770958519?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-25333699687209139172007-12-04T23:52:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:14.475+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela, lápices de colores, punta fina y arreglos digitales.</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdgLnB-5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/A5H9vFs-Oos/s1600-h/pre-pag-texto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140258094655339410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdgLnB-5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/A5H9vFs-Oos/s320/pre-pag-texto.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdbbnB-4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5Gl6QRjGqDU/s1600-h/1-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140258013050960770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdbbnB-4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5Gl6QRjGqDU/s320/1-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdXLnB-3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GoI6jgE7APM/s1600-h/2-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257940036516722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdXLnB-3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GoI6jgE7APM/s320/2-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdTbnB-2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LVrkr_aUM6Y/s1600-h/3-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257875612007266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdTbnB-2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LVrkr_aUM6Y/s320/3-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdO7nB-1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jixlMdZWiXA/s1600-h/4-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257798302595922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdO7nB-1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jixlMdZWiXA/s320/4-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdJrnB-0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/NVd8ytqkqCw/s1600-h/7-peq-texto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257708108282690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdJrnB-0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/NVd8ytqkqCw/s320/7-peq-texto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdCbnB-zI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZnO8pFFRrnA/s1600-h/13-peq-texto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257583554231090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XdCbnB-zI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZnO8pFFRrnA/s320/13-peq-texto.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1Xc8bnB-yI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fa3uSCOZzMA/s1600-h/9-peq.jpg"></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1Xc4LnB-xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TIjhR8voXiU/s1600-h/8-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257407460571922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1Xc4LnB-xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TIjhR8voXiU/s320/8-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XcvrnB-wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fOVdfO-K0gA/s1600-h/10-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257261431683842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XcvrnB-wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fOVdfO-K0gA/s320/10-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XcqbnB-vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oS7ra1IH_aE/s1600-h/ultima-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257171237370610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1XcqbnB-vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oS7ra1IH_aE/s320/ultima-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Este es un cuento infantil escrito por Julia López de Briñas al que yo le puse las ilustraciones, aquí hay una pequeña muestra del trabajo y parte del texto, que no desvela mucho de la trama de la historia. Es un cuento didáctico que pretende enseñar al pequeño lector lo bueno de construir y colaborar, descubriendo que la magia de que las cosas sean posibles está en uno mismo.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2533369968720913917?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-26808789976457576622007-12-04T19:01:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:15.193+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y lápiz blando. Cuento para niños de 4 a 6 años, con móviles desplegables.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WbqLnB-jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3uqU_Z_zrWg/s1600-h/miga-de-pan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140185698686597682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WbqLnB-jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3uqU_Z_zrWg/s400/miga-de-pan.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WbkrnB-iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-JdamYwjQow/s1600-h/miga-de-pan-contraportada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140185604197317154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WbkrnB-iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-JdamYwjQow/s400/miga-de-pan-contraportada.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1Wba7nB-hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SbBC8YMfkZQ/s1600-h/plato-y-tenedor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140185436693592594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1Wba7nB-hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SbBC8YMfkZQ/s400/plato-y-tenedor.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WbTbnB-gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BCGt808VV8I/s1600-h/Pajaro-guerrero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140185307844573698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WbTbnB-gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BCGt808VV8I/s400/Pajaro-guerrero.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Es la historia de Pepón, una miga de pan, que está de regreso y decide desviarse por un atajo para llegar antes a casa junto a su mamapan, entonces se encuentra algunos peligros como un pájaro guerrero, un plato de sopa o un tenedor, pero después de estos sustos encuentra quien le ayude y vuelve a salvo de donde salió. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">¿Cual es la moraleja?... pues que si te sales del camino establecido te encontrarás con sorpresas, en forma de peligo o en forma de amistad y siempre cuando hayas acabado la aventura de ese día... debes asimilarlo y aprender de todo ello.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2680878997645757662?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-18813323746981802582007-12-04T18:58:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:15.479+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Acuarela y pinta fina. Publicada en la revista ECOHABITAR.</span></p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WVdbnB-cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nHncIoJsm2Y/s1600-h/tira-autoconstruccion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140178882573498818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WVdbnB-cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nHncIoJsm2Y/s400/tira-autoconstruccion.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1881332374698180258?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-66086854384842652042007-12-04T18:53:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:15.702+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Acuarela y punta fina. Tira publicada en la revista ECOHABITAR.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WUXrnB-bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J0rT-AjBWes/s1600-h/En-busca-de....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140177684277623218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R1WUXrnB-bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J0rT-AjBWes/s400/En-busca-de....jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6608685438484265204?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-26790627776690889942007-11-24T06:10:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:16.036+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><span style="color:#663333;">Acuarela y tinta.</span> </span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0eyxNJTZCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6D-Z7ycogHs/s1600-h/Contaminacion-Mental.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136270458451354658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0eyxNJTZCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6D-Z7ycogHs/s400/Contaminacion-Mental.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0eyodJTZBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lRzc1F4ac6A/s1600-h/Corazones-y-tornillos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136270308127499282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0eyodJTZBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lRzc1F4ac6A/s400/Corazones-y-tornillos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Ilustraciones publicadas en la revista ECOHABITAR acompañando a un artículo de Joaquin Viñolas titulado "Contaminación mental". Habla sobre el mecanicismo e industrialismo, el racionalismo y economicismo, el sedentadismo, el fetichismo del "objeto", la dinámica producción-objeto, el hedonismo y la saturación de productos, mensajes e información, la tiranía de lo visual, la desmaterialización y la superficialización. Es una reflexión muy interesante.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2679062777669088994?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-17054799169914160272007-11-23T00:13:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:16.045+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;">Acuarela y lápiz de color. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;">La permacultura es algo que nos hace estar más unidos a la tierra y nos ayuda a encontrar nuestro ritmo natural, alimentándonos con sabiduría.</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0YNSdJTY_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/VLlxhptIdYU/s1600-h/Colores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135807035775083506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0YNSdJTY_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/VLlxhptIdYU/s400/Colores.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1705479916991416027?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-26233043052048740522007-11-23T00:09:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:16.356+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"><span style="color:#336666;">Acuarela.</span> </span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0YMTdJTY-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/q7-SasQlSSY/s1600-h/pato2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135805953443324898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0YMTdJTY-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/q7-SasQlSSY/s400/pato2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Dos ejemplares de las especies que viven en el parque natural de L'Albufera.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2623304305204874052?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-1012836928818638632007-11-23T00:05:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:16.518+01:00<p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">Óleo sobre lienzo.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0YLcNJTY9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4j-IuEv83BM/s1600-h/Duendecillo-de-la-guarda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135805004255552466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0YLcNJTY9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4j-IuEv83BM/s400/Duendecillo-de-la-guarda.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">Este duendecillo es el ángel de la guarda de mi dulce sobrinita Irene.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-101283692881863863?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-88611932828913529022007-11-21T09:53:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:17.364+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Acuarela y pastel. </span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PyLNJTY6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpBFNoF65Yg/s1600-h/foca-blanca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135214274453660578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PyLNJTY6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpBFNoF65Yg/s400/foca-blanca.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Para el capítulo de La foca blanca, cuando se encuantra con los leones marinos y...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8861193282891352902?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-54849810771517327112007-11-21T09:47:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:17.681+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;">En acuarela y lápiz acuarelable.</span><span style="color:#003300;"> </span><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Todo un rompecabezas.</span></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PwsNJTY5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ThtCNAQGGEM/s1600-h/cara-de-piedra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135212642366088082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PwsNJTY5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ThtCNAQGGEM/s400/cara-de-piedra.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-5484981077151732711?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-44234329609707777882007-11-21T08:51:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:17.996+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Acuarela, punta fina, lápiz de color y proceso digital.</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PnDNJTY4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/d1QaF3zAGI8/s1600-h/El-elefante-Teodoro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135202042386801538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PnDNJTY4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/d1QaF3zAGI8/s400/El-elefante-Teodoro.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Esta tira me la inspiró una buena amiga y su acoso laboral. Ella es una tía grande y está curtida y tiene un corazón tierneciiiito, así surgió Teodoro.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4423432960970777788?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-48293964759809225402007-11-21T08:38:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:18.642+01:00<p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Punta fina y tinta china.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PgwtJTY1I/AAAAAAAAADg/6IOZHAYPLyA/s1600-h/PavarottiMF.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135195127489454930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0PgwtJTY1I/AAAAAAAAADg/6IOZHAYPLyA/s400/PavarottiMF.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-4829396475980922540?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-77243225398205566892007-11-20T19:02:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:18.874+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MhX9JTYzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UgzWVq5catM/s1600-h/Unos-pajaros....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134984695566787378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MhX9JTYzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UgzWVq5catM/s400/Unos-pajaros....jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-7724322539820556689?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-34478455832356254642007-11-20T18:56:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:19.021+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela, lápiz de color y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0Mf6NJTYyI/AAAAAAAAADI/8f8l01oOPOs/s1600-h/postducha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134983084954051362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0Mf6NJTYyI/AAAAAAAAADI/8f8l01oOPOs/s400/postducha.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3447845583235625464?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-39438670315052136382007-11-20T18:46:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:19.257+01:00<p align="left"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MdtdJTYxI/AAAAAAAAADA/XoaGPBmK9TY/s1600-h/Patera-Paraiso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134980666887463698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MdtdJTYxI/AAAAAAAAADA/XoaGPBmK9TY/s400/Patera-Paraiso.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-3943867031505213638?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-51911831469221665782007-11-20T18:39:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:19.484+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Acuarela, punta fina y gouache.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"></span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134978708382376706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0Mb7dJTYwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JFySWbNm01c/s400/cantante-elegante.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">La diva, esbelta como una garza, heroína del sonido gutural desplega su potencial. Como la lengua de un camaleón la vocal se desenrosca, y suavemente, dulce y contundente hace vibrar el cosmos.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-5191183146922166578?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-5120380371953842472007-11-20T18:31:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:20.830+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MaRtJTYvI/AAAAAAAAACw/MdxUDnGXcVw/s1600-h/Musiquitos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134976891611210482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MaRtJTYvI/AAAAAAAAACw/MdxUDnGXcVw/s400/Musiquitos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-512038037195384247?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-81081441651361351012007-11-20T18:29:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:21.038+01:00<p align="left"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela, punta fina y gouache recortado sobre cartoncillo de color.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MZo9JTYuI/AAAAAAAAACo/cdqNRQsA7TQ/s1600-h/peques-guitarristas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134976191531541218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MZo9JTYuI/AAAAAAAAACo/cdqNRQsA7TQ/s400/peques-guitarristas.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-8108144165136135101?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-5493266677383135352007-11-20T18:15:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:21.215+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MWpdJTYtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZM-DeXt0V1k/s1600-h/Popen-corazon-y-arcoiris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134972901586592466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MWpdJTYtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZM-DeXt0V1k/s400/Popen-corazon-y-arcoiris.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Antes de un largo viaje de regreso, mira atrás con su lánguida mirada, sin miedo, tiene el corazón tierno y sabe que volverá...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-549326667738313535?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-12382333188325251522007-11-20T18:09:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:21.422+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Acuarela y la angustia de un sueño, alegoría del desamparo.</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MU1dJTYrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tAQlESefKS0/s1600-h/A-la-deriva.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134970908721767090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MU1dJTYrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tAQlESefKS0/s400/A-la-deriva.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-1238233318832525152?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-62045779956002611752007-11-20T18:04:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:21.631+01:00<p align="left"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MT7dJTYqI/AAAAAAAAACI/CCyE4_ICQh8/s1600-h/Abrazo-PyP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134969912289354402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MT7dJTYqI/AAAAAAAAACI/CCyE4_ICQh8/s400/Abrazo-PyP.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6204577995600261175?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-4314227081960184832007-11-20T18:00:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:21.842+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Acuarela.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MSwtJTYpI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh_uFPiLZn4/s1600-h/Pajaro-del-cerezo-palpitante.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134968628094132882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MSwtJTYpI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh_uFPiLZn4/s400/Pajaro-del-cerezo-palpitante.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Viene de un sitio mágico, ese que todos conocemos...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-431422708196018483?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-63075569141657400452007-11-20T17:41:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:22.019+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">De una serie de mancha de color y línea, sobre papel de arroz grueso y cartoncillo.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MOYtJTYoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3eu8z9aD1tA/s1600-h/Prisas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134963817730761346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MOYtJTYoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3eu8z9aD1tA/s400/Prisas.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">El querer llegar a todos los lados y no dar a basto, el que corre sin tiempo y lleva tiempo así, huyendo casi de si mismo con una inercia asfixiante.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-6307556914165740045?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-92048941870372717722007-11-20T17:18:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:22.207+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">De una serie de mancha de color y linea, en soporte de papel de arroz grueso y cartoncillo.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MMdtJTYnI/AAAAAAAAABw/ebThcJlowiY/s1600-h/Abrazo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134961704606851698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MMdtJTYnI/AAAAAAAAABw/ebThcJlowiY/s400/Abrazo.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">En este caso el abrazo cálido y tierno de mi iaia.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-9204894187037271772?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282560771664429730.post-29017331284208329852007-11-20T17:06:00.000+01:002008-12-12T06:25:22.355+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Acuarela y punta fina.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MGVNJTYiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Di7Xl657MEs/s1600-h/Amistad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134954961508196898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ek57JKxE8Ok/R0MGVNJTYiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Di7Xl657MEs/s400/Amistad.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Esta ilustración es una alegoría a la amistad, me la inspiró una buena amiga.<br />He pensado que esta era una buena manera de comenzar mi blog, pues espero, amigos conocidos y todavía desconocidos, que os sintáis como en vuestra casa.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282560771664429730-2901733128420832985?l=mfolques.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marta Folquéshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187296239173462470noreply@blogger.com0